Heights 5

“Time to wake up, boy. Today you’re gonna be a star.”

I thought the voice was part of a dream at first, and then I felt hands on my shoulders, shaking me. When I opened my eyes, I expected it to be light outside, but it was still really dark, as if I had only gone to sleep thirty minutes ago.

“Josh, it’s time to wake up, we gotta be outta here in like twenty minutes.” It was Dylan’s voice. He switched on a lamp beside my bed and my eyes immediately began to sting from the harsh light. My whole body ached. Dylan stood beside my bed, already dressed in a pair of snug-fitting blue jeans and a simple white tank-top that showcased his awesome muscles. I couldn’t see how it was possible that he looked so hot this early in the morning. He looked as if he had been awake and ready to go for hours, even though he and the other guys had been up past midnight hanging out at the pool.

“What time is it?” I asked, my voice sounded very froggy and old.

“It’s almost five,” Dylan said. He pulled back my covers, exposing my naked body. I immediately jumped up into a sitting position, covering my cock. Dylan stared at my body, a smirk on his face, and everywhere his eyes traveled, my skin tingled. “I didn’t know you slept in the natural. Nice to know.” I was about to cover myself with the blanket once again, but Dylan said, “I’ve already seen it, dude. No need to be embarrassed. Besides, you need to hurry and get into the shower before we leave your cute ass.”

I continued to cover myself as I stepped out of the bed. Dylan slapped my ass and said, “And don’t take too long, you need to be back out here in ten minutes. If you’re not, I’m coming in after you.”

Even under the spray of hot water washing all over me, my body refused to wake up. I couldn’t remember the last time I had to be up so early in the morning. As I lathered myself with soap, I thought about the conversation I had with Bryan over the phone less than five hours ago, how he claimed that I was more into Dylan than I was into him. It wasn’t true. I cared about Bryan, I still do. Dylan is just a guy that I feel really physically attracted to, but….I wished that Bryan had given me more of an opportunity to explain myself and not just rush to conclusions. I know it was fucked up for me to say Dylan’s name while we were having sex, and yeah, I would’ve been upset if Bryan had done the same thing to me, but it was nothing. It was nothing.

Dylan’s face started to creep itself into my mind. I kept thinking about the time that we had kissed on the balcony of his apartment. Though I loved kissing Bryan, if I were being honest with myself, the way Dylan kissed me was so much better than the way Bryan did. I don’t know why. It made me feel guilty, not only because I had kissed Dylan when I shouldn’t have, but because I wanted to do it again…over and over. I wanted to know how his lips felt on the rest of my body; I wanted to know if his tongue would feel hotter and wetter than the water splashing on me. I wanted to feel the weight of his smooth, ripped body on top of me, the feeling of his dick inside my ass…

My cock went to limp to rock hard in less than five seconds. I lathered my hand with soap and began to jack myself off, my eyes closed, streaming hot water spilling on my face, thinking about Dylan and I on his balcony, both completely naked, me hanging over the railing as he railed me from behind, his long thick dick sliding in and out of my ass faster and faster each time, until my hole was filled with his hot creamy, cum –

“Josh, let’s go!” Dylan screamed from inside my bedroom.

Still groggy and horny, not wanted to leave the warmth of the shower, I shut off the valve and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and began to dry myself off while looking in the mirror. I gazed at myself, at my body, my chest, my arms, my dick, which was still pretty hard, and my face. Maybe it was just because I had woken up, but I thought I looked horrible. In a few hours I was going to be taking pictures, transforming myself into something – into someone I’m usually not, and I didn’t know if I would be able to do it.

“What are you thinking about?” Dylan asked.

I turned away from my reflection and saw Dylan standing in the doorway, his eyes on my body.

I’m thinking I shouldn’t be here, I thought to myself. But to Dylan, I said, “Nothing. I’ll be ready in three minutes.”

“You nervous?” Dylan asked as we stepped out of the car. It was a cloudy day. Cold. My hair was still damp and my heart was beating as if I were running from a pack of tigers.

“Just a little,” I said.

I followed Dylan inside of a large building. The lobby was empty for the most part, except for a female receptionist whom Dylan approached. He leaned over the counter and grinned. “Hey, Wendy. We’re here to see Tony.”

Wendy didn’t seem to be seduced by Dylan’s charm. “The two of you are late. The others are already here.”

“We had some traffic trouble. Besides, we’re only about ten minutes late.”

“You know Tony doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She handed us a clipboard and we signed our names. “I’d advise you get up there as soon as possible.

Dylan winked and said, “Thanks, Wendy.” Wendy rolled her eyes and muttered, “You male models are all the same.” She gave me weird grimace as we walked past her toward the library as if somehow we were the source of all the problems in her life.

“Are we going to be in trouble for being late?” I asked as we stepped inside the elevator.

Dylan pressed the button for the fourteenth floor. “Josh, this isn’t high school. We’re not going to get detention. It’s no big deal.”

As the elevator began to ascend, my heartbeat continued to climb and climb. The back of my neck even became damp with sweat. Dylan could sense my anxiety and he only smiled. “Dude, just relax. It’s going to be okay.”

“You’ve been doing this for years. You’re used to it. I’m not. I just have this feeling that I’m going to fuck up really bad.”

Dylan grabbed my hand, and all the coldness I felt earlier vanished and I felt warm again. “You’re going to do fine. Fuck that, you’re going to do better than fine. You’re going to kill it. I know you will.”

“I really just don’t want all of this to be for nothing.”

“It’ll be what you make it be,” Dylan answered. He leaned in and kissed me, briefly but passionately. I wanted to keep kissing him but the elevator doors opened. I had almost forgotten we were moving. “Time to go, pretty boy.”